Tess
Chameleon
Dathomir/Kark Knows
14:59 local time
The starfighter rocked and rattled, struggling to stay intact. One of the wings tore off and in the cockpit alarms were blaring. Its pilot, dressed in her usual tight suit and leather jacket, was fighting to keep it in one piece. Her closest chance of survival was the blood red planet of Dathomir. She had heard of it but made sure to keep clear. But right now the wasteland seemed to be the lesser of two evils. She gripped the controls tightly and pulled back on them as hard as she could. Flipping a few switches, she brought up what was left of the deflector shields to protect the remains of her ship against the harsh entry into atmosphere.
She miraculously managed to survive the entry, but now she had to deal with the massive forests and large rock formations. She tried to maneuver what was left of her ship around a jagged rock ahead of her, but she couldn't clear it quickly enough. It took off what was left of the damaged wing and sent her crashing hard into the forest ahead of her. Her ship finally came to a halt and is pilot came to. She took a moment to figure out that she was still alive and surprisingly not too badly injured. She weakly reached out and popped the emergency lever of the pod's hatch. It blew open and she fought to get out of the smoking cockpit. She finally managed to get out but fell flat on the hard ground. There she stayed, catching her breath and clearing the smoke from her lungs. She grunted as she struggled to draw her blaster from its holster on her thigh, then forced herself on her feet. Though she quickly found herself falling back and sitting with her back against the remains of her cockpit. She was a mess. Her once spotless face was ruined with bruises, cuts and soot from the electrical smoke. Her hair was a mess and her outfit was adorned with cuts and blood stains. It had been a while since she looked like this.
"They weren't messing around." she muttered, eyeing a few laser cannon holes on the remains of her intact wing. Rustling in the bushes caught her attention and she quickly levelled her DC-17 at the noise. Her aim was shaky and the gash on her forehead was leading blood right into her eye. "Bring it..." she grumbled, keeping her focus on the dark shrubbing surrounding her. She wasn't weak by any means, but she had no experience in a place like this. hopefully her ship's emergency beacon was still intact....
Nezira Viresh